Wells fargo schedule appointment

thanks for announcing ticket claiming 30 minutes before the actual schedule and allowing us only 2 hours to do so.
not everyone can go back to ust tom and go to ust early during grad itself as plans and appointments have already been set. incompetent until the end talaga.

So I'm in college, new and have no friends and met this guy. We immediately become close friends and openly discuss how much we care for each other, share music, talk about our emotions, hug... anyways we're dating now. We've been daying for a soon to be 8 months, and we've been a perfect lil couple.
We have a similar sense of humor, both of us have been to therapy and we communicate well, I engage with his clubs/work (he's an engineer), we make a point to make time for each other and it's all so nice. We had one shakey moment and it was before we started to really schedule "go to your house and cuddle and be lame little nerds." That was 3 months ago, but this man has made me so incredibly happy and I never thought it'd be this good with anyone
Point is, he feels too good to be true, and we both are terrified by how much we like and love each other. His mom cracked a joke about me and his brother's girlfriend being daughter in laws. They want me to go with them to their family cabin. We had a long talk about how important we are to each other, and he has told me directly that he wants to live with me one day and struggles to see what his future would look like without me in it. It makes me feel happy, but also so incredibly spooked over how much we just work. We've both had other relationships but this one in all stages has felt so incredibly different.
This all started because his mom was showing me his baby photos. We were cuddling, and since I did not want to fall asleep I asked him to tell me all the sappy shit he thinks about us. It was a lot. I know it takes 18 to 24 months to have the rose tinted glasses fade away. I know he's a workaholic, busy most of the time, and snores. I know he's the type to bottle his anger, but I also know that he'll talk to me about it before it gets bad. We've already done that. He knows I'm snarky, quicker to anger as well as a mean angry girl when I hit that point. He knows I'm forgetful, but also knows I work to overcome most of my flaws.
I love him so much. We tell each other that often and with meaning. I write poetry. He makes me little things. He knows me, and more importantly he's one of my best friends I've ever had. And that scares me.

Who should I go to to ask very precise advice about my car loan when I am very bad with these things. I'm pretty sure I got royaly screwed over on my loan but I need someone to look at the loan details and give it to me plainly as well as give me some advice.
Is it a bad idea to book an appointment with a bank that I don't deal with and ask them to explain it and give advice? Or should I rather go to a private financial advisor?

i’m trying to schedule a meeting with my advisor that i have during the semester - her google calendar is open for appointments but i’m not sure if she just forgot to close it and she isn’t working

I’m in the midst of looking for a normal 8-4:30 job. I’ve worked two summers with schedule like that and when I graduated during Covid I got a part time job. I’ve been at this job for three years now almost four, and I’ve already got a lead somewhere and even if it doesn’t go through I’m not gonna give up.
When I first started my part time job I did have good work ethic but over time I got lazy from work, going to school part time as well and I know my coworkers were talking about me(I didn’t care) but it was just me being sensitive in my relationships, and family life that I needed rest and patience.
Now I’m picking up the pace, going to work everyday and communicating with my boss.
I’m also really scared to have a new boss because the one I have right now is the best. She understands I’m shy and when I missed work a few times she told me she understands stuff can keep happening and yeah. Idk she’s just the best and I can communicate with her.
I really just wanna work a normal 8-4:30 job while being able to work out for 45 mins when I get home. Play with my cats and help take care of my little brother and still keep doing errands for my mom, and cleaning the house. And reading my books when I can.
I can slip up sometimes when I’m going through something personal but lately I’ve just been using work to ignore personal stuff.
Yesterday I went on a car ride with my bestfriends who I talk to everyday and see every other weekend and they told me I was productive and I truly didn’t think I was. I’ve always thought “I’m not doing enough or this isn’t the best I can give right now.” I just wanna have good work ethic when I find a new job. My biggest issue is my relationships and family life I don’t know how to separate them from work life.

I 24(F) have been sexually harassed for several months by my previous direct supervisor and it has been emotionally and physically draining to my health. The tables have turned to my favor but I am still recovering from it.
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My previous direct had thought that I had liked him and was "playing hard to get" with him for the first few months of my employment. During this time I was hanging out with another coworker that I had actually liked and the supervisor would always tag along. I never thought much of it because the two were friends. I was later told that the direct had hit a women that previously rejected him and it scared the shit out of me. I started to pick up the supervisor was starting to flirt with me and I chose to end it quickly by verbally (and directly to his face) setting him up with one of my friends. He quickly freaked out and tried to point out that my friend wouldn't be a good match for him (but he didn't take the rejection). Things ended with the other coworker I did like when he ended up leaving the company and moving out of state.
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When the other coworker had finally left (around August), my direct kept trying to push a relationship onto me. I constantly would try to redirect the conversation somewhere else or I would just stop talking to him. The problem I ran with him is that he would just start talking to me or he would schedule me to work with him (because he had the power to do that). I was trying to leave the company at the time and he found out. I got pulled into a one on one with him where he ended up giving me a bunch of projects to do geared towards the field I was interested in to keep me to stay in the company.
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I had talked to one of my close guy friend coworkers that the direct was creeping me out ( I later found out that he went to talk to him to try to let him know and this is when it got worse). After he had talked to him, my supervisor got extremely verbally aggressive to me (around September).
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Following, the direct would constantly try to flirt with me by saying things that matched me to a tee in the office space. I later pulled two of my close coworkers (including the close guy friend) off to the side one day to discuss what I was experiencing (around October). Both of them knew me pretty well so they knew exactly what I was hearing. I went up to my manager the next day to request to get a different supervisor.
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Within that meeting with my manager, I had found out that my direct was telling everyone that I was in a relationship with him already, to which completely threw me and I felt utterly disgusted that he had lied. I was then instructed to start documenting everything that my direct was doing and saying.
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I came down from the meeting and my direct started to threaten the projects that he had given me over my head. He then started to isolate me into meetings and trainings where he would constantly gaslight me and belittle me in front of others while I was trying to work. He also started telling people that I had used him. He started enlisting other men to try to isolate me so I would spend more time with him without my knowledge. This happened (between the months of November to March).
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All the while I was still documenting everything I experiencing and reporting up to my new supervisor.
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During this whole experience, I had a lot of men try to turn on me and belittle me because they had worked with the direct supervisor for many years and wouldn't believe he would do anything of the sorts. I was later approached by a few of the men (after a talk with management after I reported to my supervisor) and they apologized to me. They genuinely ask how I am doing now.
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The direct (to this day) is still obsessing over me without my knowledge and trying to smear my name to anyone who hears it. However, since I have spoken up and told everyone the truth, I have had many tried to stop him and protect me.
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Things have cleared up on my end but I am now genuinely exhausted and don't really want to work for this company anymore. The whole situation pisses me off because I genuinely don't think this man should be a supervisor and I cannot believe he hasn't been suspended for his actions. I never ever tried to argue back to my supervisor or feed into what he was doing. He is doing the same to so many other women in the office and it makes me so sick to my stomach. What is worse is that he refuses to take any accountability to what he is doing. Heck, even the guy I had liked had reached out to me the other day and asked me if the direct was still bothering me and if I was ok.
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Work has been actually pretty peaceful I just wish this never happened.

Title. I always assumed interest and principal was two opposing lines like this. However, my interest seems to vary a lot certain months.
31.7k loan 72 month 8.3% 565/m. I am 1.5 years in. Wells fargo new auto loan. I have 24,600 left on the loan
In order of most recent to oldest payments this year, my interest payments are as follows (about 575 per payment so rest is principal)

• $29.13
• $224.49
• $357.33
• $29.13
• $29.13
• $168.55

this time last year I had three payments in a row with 233, 262, and 440 interest payments. My payments were occasionally <30 days late, or I'd round up <$30 bucks some payments to add a little towards principal. But that dosent explain the 200+ interest payments next to $29 interest payments? do those calculator quarterly? Still doesn't add up but I don't know what else it could be

Special thanks to u/SpacePaladin15 for allowing fanfiction and giving us Tilfish. The man gave us a canon art of the bugs, and they're rad!
I'm surprised I got this motivation in my to write this part so quickly. I think the fine comments I got motivated me pretty well. Now, I'd appreciate your thoughts and opinions on this. If its flow is smooth and feels right, let me know, I'm not usually good with dialogue.
Also, Feenstra, thank you for your kindness and support. I don't know how to respond to it, honestly, but you're a cool cat.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Marullo, Tilfish agricultural practitioner.
Date: December 2, 2136
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I gripped the fabric over the side window and pushed it aside, spotting a Tilfish on the other side of the door instead of a cluster of predators. He appears rather calm, even though he's alone out in the open. My grip tightened on the blind before I tugged the door open.
"Visiting hours are closed." I stated curtly, my antennae twitching outside of my control. Formi I'm still riled up, and I want this man gone so I can dig a hole in peace. I eye the visitor sharply, not seeing any garment or air to him that would tip me off if this was a visiting politician. He's too soft to be a farmer, and I know for a fact there's no appointments he could be attending.
"Oh, uh, is this a business?" I don't even bother with a reply and give the stranger a long look, waiting for him to either acknowledge the massive emblem on the wall right above us or get on with it. He fidgets in awkward silence for a long few seconds. "Uhhh... okay, okay. Off on the wrong feeler here. I'm concerned, is all. I could hear you yelling for the past hour."
My antennae dropped slightly. "What?"
"You uh, your window was open." The stranger explained, mandibles clicking slightly in concern as I shut the door behind me and scuttled down the steps into the yard. I felt my chitin warm around my skull as I looked at the aforementioned window.
Don't tell me I broadcasted that entire conversation to the world.
Stupid sand spitters. Stupid sand spitters!
"I... am sorry for disturbing the peace." I hissed. "I had to wrangle some insubordinates into line. How much did you hear?"
"Not much. Just a lot of yelling. We could hear you from the apartments."
I dipped my head at the mention of the living block. The Regional Agriculture Advisory building was on the edge of the business and government district, and down the road was the start of a residential area. Towering buildings loomed over there, and on occasion they provided a nice view from my old office window with the setting sun reflecting off their many windows.
I was lucky that the masses were too nervous to be out and about in this sector. There was an infestation of predators in and around the capitol building, and even more outposts spread through the surrounding sectors. Being on the streets wasn't popular any more, so the normally lively road we were on was all but abandoned the past several days.
Oddly, I noticed that this stranger was very much alone. There was no swarm to keep him safe, and no vehicle in sight. On the far end of the road leading into the residential sector was a hastily erected barricade that still stood untouched by the predator's roving patrols, comprised mostly of furniture and scrap wood and metal. Looking towards the other end of the road leading towards the capitol building was a more firm barricade that surprisingly still stood, but the filthy tire tracks that cut over the sidewalk and through carefully maintained gardens and lawns told me how the predators got by. There was still nobody else in sight.
"It won't happen again. I had to enforce who's the new boss."
"The predators?"
My mandibles clacked and the stranger flinched at my snap, but stood his ground as I side eyed him intently. "No, me. I'm in charge of this operation."
"Did the predators tell you that yesterday?"
You tar sucking wretch.
The airy accusation made me clench my mandibles and feelers, and my antennae grew still. It must've encouraged the stranger to keep going.
"Because replacing our leaders with more traitorous Tilfish won't work. We're not the Venlil."
So that was what this was really about. Okay.
"You're mistaken," I began smoothly, ready to cut down this wretch with words alone. "My daughter got into trouble while I was working, and was returned to me. I've been terribly busy as you've heard in the old Advisor's place, with everything ongoing. Their visit yesterday did not pertain to my office, and any insinuation to the contrary will not be taken lightly."
"There was a boy as well. He seemed unnaturally comfortable with the beasts."
I will bury you underneath my garden.
"Your vision must be failing, because I assure you I saw no such thing under my roof."
"Good, good. We cannot have the diseased among us, no matter the times. I was wary of calling the exterminators prematurely, so I'm glad I checked in."
"The dead Exterminators?" I asked sharply, cocking my head. "Or the ones leashed to the predators?"
"..." The wretch stared at me for a long moment. "The dead ones, I suppose."
"What a shame about them, really." I drawled. "Anyways, did you have anything else on your mind you felt worth coming over this way to ask?"
"What happened to the old Advisor?"
"Dereliction of duty and cowardice. He's fled to a different system by now. For all the good that'll do him." The wretch's antennae flicked in irritation. "Now, the office is closed and I have work to do yet. Admittance is by appointment only. Good day."
The wretch didn't leave, apparently unsatisfied. We stared at each other a moment more.
"Is something else the matter?" I buzzed firmly.
"The swarm is more than capable of defending itself without the Exterminators. Don't think yourself above it's reach."
Something cold settled in my carapace. My claws itched. "Be very careful; threatening the Agricultural office is a high crime. I'm more than capable of protecting myself without the Exterminators."
A twitch from the wretch. "Is that so?"
"Don't come around my office again. Bounders are not welcome here, same as any predator."
His antennae lowered and he remained quiet, and I felt a faint trill in my chest. "Enjoy your day..."
"Eat sod." I responded sharply. I eyed the wretch as he retreated down the sidewalk, and something clicked in my mind.
Twenty paces. In twenty paces I could retrieve the gun in the lobby. You won't even see it coming.
A flicker of movement, and another Tilfish stepped out from some ornamental carvings in front of the filing office down the way, joining the wretch. I waited until the two were out of sight and long gone, arms crossed and feelers clenching my chitin as I waited even longer, before turning back to my abode and striding around to the garden.
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"Marullo?" The voice above me is hesitant, and I bury my tool into the soil and look up. Tugal is above me at the lip of the hole, and I realize that I've dug way too far down. My arms hurt. My legs hurt. I don't feel like stopping, but I might hit a gas line if I keep going. I feel a flash of pity at my brother's distressed state.
"What... what happened while I was asleep? Holywood and Aegan are fighting over burning the last of our food- those Nectar Pods the predator touched. I thought we threw those out, but somehow they're back. Muttart climbed up the wall and left tracks everywhere, and he won't come down because he's still mad about last night. Cleo's locked herself in the bathroom and won't stop crying and vomiting. She searched the net for something and nobody can get through to her now. She mentioned the predator wanted something terrible from you, but that's all I could understand through the door. And you're out here destroying the gardens?"
"I was in my office all day. Food distribution is back on track for now, but who knows how long that'll last. It was stressful, and this is how I'm handling it." I began. I clacked my mandibles and ran my feelers over my antennae.
Formi, I'm filthy.
"Why destroy the gardens? And the hole?"
"The old boss's taste in décor was tacky. I'm sprucing it up. Oh! The Head of Agriculture is still with us. He approved my promotion, so I'm now the new Regional Agricultural Advisor." I rubbed at my face, my antennae twitching aggressively once more now that I'm not putting my entire focus onto tearing asunder this pathetic excuse of a garden.
"I'm making a burrow in case we need to hide the kids outside the building. I've already made two others in case we need to retreat through the back and into the next property."
"What did the predator do? Are you okay?"
I kicked at some loose soil before stretching my legs and scuttling out of the hole. I pulled myself up and fruitlessly wiped at the filth coating my carapace. "I'm not okay. Nobody is okay, or we wouldn't be here Tugal. We wouldn't need to worry about predators, or pests, or starving, or the humans, or each other if we were okay. For once, our predator didn't do anything wrong."
Tugal became alert, his mandibles clicking quietly as he waited for me to continue.
"There was a Tilfish that left the swarm. He went into one of the predator nests to talk. They didn't hurt him- the humans are too patient to eat the first ones that come to them, but after he left some witnesses told the swarm about it." How I really felt about the matter was slipping through with every single errant twitch I couldn't control. We were not supposed to be the monsters in this story. We were not supposed to be so susceptible to our wicked past. We were civilized!
I lowered my voice. "A group took him away from the city and tore him apart while he was still alive. They tried to feed him to Bark Saws, Tugal."
"Are you certain the story wasn't deception?" Tugal whispered back. "It's what they're known for."
I flicked my antennae in confirmation.
"Maybe... maybe they were defending themselves. Don't look at me like that, how they did it was sick. I hope they're screened and dealt with properly; we can't have people doing that in these times. It's no excuse. I'm just trying to understand it." Tugal stated, making my innards twist. "But these predators we're facing hunt through social deception. They're tricky, and the more of us they corrupt the more susceptible the swarm gets. That man, he could've done untellable damage. I just... I'm sorry you had to hear that. We have to stand strong against them, but we can't lose ourselves doing so."
Tugal watched me for a moment more, then gently prodded me: "...now, why the burrows? What else happened?"
I swallowed, my mandibles clicking repeatedly as I tried to reign in my thoughts. It was hard to speak suddenly, and I gripped my feelers until my claws started scraping into my chitin. "Where does that leave Muttart?"
Tugal flinched and his mandibles flexed. "No. Marullo, no."
"He's not afraid of them, Tugal!" I hissed quietly, feelers trembling. "He isn't! How do I help him? How long can I keep him here before he's too curious and sneaks out? What if someone sees him? What if Cleo finds out? He's not a threat: he's still a child!"
"Marullo, he'll be fine." My brother stated firmly, gripping my arms. "Nobody's going to touch him. We just need to talk to him- he doesn't understand what predators are capable of."
"And what about us?" I buzzed back. "What are we capable of? How can normal people do that?"
"It's fear, Marullo. Fear breaks us. You freeze when you're terrified. Others abandon the ones they love. Some... some fight back. Everyone goes crazy when threatened, and those people will pay for what they did."
Too many things flashed through my head at once. It felt like I was boiling.
"It's not just them, Tugal. Someone down in the residential area was watching the predators last night. He asked about him." My brother's feelers tightened on my arms, and he grew still. "They asked about me as well, and I think they believe I'm a threat. They're no different than the people that mutilated that poor man."
"How many? What did you say?"
"Two, at least. They didn't give their names. I didn't tell them anything about us. We can't trust anyone else to keep quiet. One word to the wrong person and we're all dead. Our chance at making this right dies. I told them off, but I don't think it'll be enough."
"They might come back because of that."
"What was I to say? Was I supposed to advertise that we're one of the last resistance networks left?"
My brother's grip loosened and he stepped away, antennae flicking with concern. "I can figure this out. We'll... I'll set up a watch throughout the day with the exterminators. If they're on hand if a mob shows up, one of them in their gear should dissuade any further action. They won't get to you or Muttart. You did good. Can you- please rest. Go clean up, you'll scare Holywood and Muttart."
I twitched my mandibles a few times, looking at the ruins of a once barely acceptable garden. "Let me tidy up back here. I have to order flowers and a few trees, and work on other gardens in the public view. I guess that part can wait." I tacked on quickly, trying not to flinch under Tugal's sharp gaze.
"I'll go out to the market and pick up food afterwards. We shouldn't need to worry about basic necessities."
"If you're up for it. Be watchful out there" Tugal warned softly. I appreciated his concern, and bobbed my head wordlessly. He paused a moment, and asked quietly: "How did the predator come across that crime?"
"I... I don't know."
Tugal sighed quietly. "How did it affect it?"
I paused, wondering why Tugal cared. Absently, I ducked my head in thought. "It's furious. I... I almost want to say bitter. We got into a fight over the Bark Saws, and it escalated. It's angry with me, and I need to figure out how to fix that before we lose it."
"We can try and-""
"No." I interrupt, surprising my brother. His antennae raise, and I continue. "Because I've been handing off the conversation to you and the others, we accidentally crossed it. If I had been the one to talk to it first instead of you, I could've avoided starting the argument with the Bark Saw. Cleo, Aegan, Zoil- they're hostile towards it and it believes I talk like that now. It feels threatened. I need to do this on my own and try and fix it. I can bring it back to us."
Tugal buzzed quietly, thinking. "Okay. Get yourself cleaned up first. Give it some time to calm down and go bring back some groceries. I'll talk with the others and get them back on track. I think our window to do this is closing, Marullo. If we can't get this human the risks we took will be for naught. Every other option will be riskier if this falls apart."
"I know. I won't let you down."

SSA, work in an office where we do not have contact with the public other than by the occasional piece of mail. I am being told that I cannot do anything other than use sick time for a medical appointment. I have requested to flex time (make up hours next day), work a straight 8 hours, or just work an alternate schedule (e.g. take long lunch for appt). All have been rejected. While I feel the above noted is shitty and probably against MOU, my real issue is that I am the only one in the unit being told this, AND it's coming after I took a week's vacation for surgery (I could have used FMLA but chose to just utilize my vacation time). I do not want to file on my boss but this feels very personal and a bit like medical discrimination. Thoughts? Sugestions?

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MODESTO COMMUNITY ACTION ASSOCIATION has announced that they are moving forward in development for the community wide effort at batting the escalating issue of unhoused and under housed folks in the area.
Since 2014, the Modesto Community Action Association has worked with various agencies and advocacy groups to build better, more accountable programs that provide real results to this problem. The group consists of both clients and providers of these services, which we feel often need to be given perspectives more often of those who actually use these programs and services.
Our goals include a drop in center and this project, Tiny Home Village.
Our outreach is done with many people who are involved in the daily struggle to survive. We are in touch with people who are dying to be active and involved, yet have no clue where to start. We seek to unite these people in the effort to make real and lasting changes in the waya service is provided and the responsibly we have to fellow human kind to give a hand up, not out, if we have those means.
This is a three phase plan that will identify and attempt to develop a plot of land we can have through either a partnership with a landowner or real estate agent, or with the city or county, using the resources of locally based doners to build a small community of affordable tiny houses and provide the homes as long term solutions for housing.
Each would be equipped with appliances and the community would be secure, with 24/7 on site security and manager who would be also living on site. The units would require the eventual occupants to provide in kind labor and solict financial assistance, to contribute to the effort. Residents will have a case manager and a plan towards self sufficiency, with check in required to be able to stay. There would be no restriction on length of tenancy, and rent would be adjusted to the work hours they contribute to the ongoing effort to keep the community solid.
Tenants meeting every week. On site manager On site security Fully equipped 200-300 square feet units for individual or family. Phase one - demo units (4), community outbuildings, and garden, and staff units.
Family units are larger, up to 340 sq feet. Individuals can be placed in one of three 150-300 sq feet units prr initial design and budget estimate.
The current goal is to raise the funds to raise funds. A funding campaign will be available online soon. We will seek the backing of both government grants and private donations. The committee is going to start meeting on Zoom (see schedule). We are going to be expecting to appoint the replacement of our founding Board member, Lola Kennedy, who passed away after a long illness last month.

I've been on dialysis for almost three years (2.5 on PD, which ended with fungal peritonitis and a switch to HD in February), and I've had a transplant scheduled for June 13. It was scheduled well in advance, because my donor got approved in January but couldn't take the time off work until June. So here we are, one day before my pre-op, and 15 days before the procedure—it's been more than a year since she started getting screened, and several months since she got approved and surgery was scheduled—and I just got a call today saying that the transplant has been canceled due to donor health concerns.
Obviously they can't tell me much, and the only thing my donor (who I don't know well) said was that they "excluded" her. So I have no idea if it's something new that just came up, or if it's something they just hadn't tested for over the past year of screening, or what.
Whatever it was, I'm glad they caught it before the surgery, but I really wish it could have been earlier in the process—and before I planned the next two years of my life around the assumption that it would happen. I'm just struggling to keep a positive outlook; I live in a state where I probably have at least 7 more years before I can reasonably expect a deceased kidney, and just these first couple months on HD have been fairly rough.

How would you train getting faster at climbing. If I have a limited schedule and can probably get out to the trails twice a week. I’ve been riding around my neighborhood and I can get about 1,000ft elevation as well. I’ve been riding 5-6 times a week. In my main group I’m one of the slowest but I’ve been training extra days to hopefully get into better climbing shape. 1) How fast does it take to see a noticeable increase in speed? 2) Is it better to ride 5-6 times a week or should I ride a little less and focus on another workout? Sometimes my legs feel more tired riding on the trails with my group

A few months ago I was looking for a psychiatrist after not being on any psych meds for a little over a year and since my city is heavily underserved for psych, I ended up in the hands of an NP listed in the psychiatry section online. I believe she was fulfilling the role of psychiatrist in a clinic where an MSW was fulfilling the role of psychologist.
My goal was to resume my old medications my psychiatrist prescribed years before (adderal and ambien) because I started studying for the MCAT and had trouble managing everything at once and at this time in my life. I have a long history of ADHD and insomnia, both starting in elementary school, and I’ve been on many different medications for both conditions for the past 10 years. I managed it pretty well without medications for my senior year of college but my grades and personal life both took a massive hit by doing this. When i started studying for the MCAT i realized i needed to be back on these meds, but couldn’t get in as a “new patient” with my old psych or any other psychiatrist within 100 miles.
I was upfront with her and she told me I was drug seeking and relapsing, called me an addict, told me to find a therapist for the ADHD, and gave me gabapentin for the sleep. She literally sat there with google open, googling medications and their uses. She referred to gabapentin as a “brand new sleeping pill,” and said that ambien was an opioid. When I corrected her and told her to check my PMP for previous prescriptions she told me “I have a medical degree and you’re struggling to even study for the MCAT” then laughed. I walked out so fast and didn’t even pay. She referred to herself as a psychiatrist and a “medical practitioner” on her page and in person, she was very defensive about it too… real psychiatrists don’t need google to decide what prescriptions to write for lol
I then found a clinic which has several PA’s working under an MD. I have been very happy with how cautious and diligent my PA has been. She doesn’t blindly write and she always asks me about side effects, day to day symptoms, etc. She restarted my adderal at 2.5mgs a day, then 5mgs, and now 10mgs, replaced ambien with quiviviq. She goes above and beyond, and I feel good knowing that she is very careful with medication management and works closely with her supervising MD between appointments. This mid level’s practice is night/day with the other one, she doesn’t pretend to be a physician, and she’s very careful, and open to input from other clinicians (and the patient).

If you haven't noticed I create /GamePrintAds to promote my business, I've also started posting ads to Pinterest, and eventually I'll have a Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram as well. Most of which I am going to manage through a social-media posting scheduler. Also, I setup an affiliate program earlier today and offered a high commission rate of 25% to encourage people to promote my brand over others, and I've already attracted my very first affiliate.
Right now I'm just kind of working on getting all the free traffic sources up and running as well as signing up for every ad network that has free credits. I think I should be able to drive a good amount of traffic for free, but it remains to be seen if social-media traffic will actually convert or not. Back in the day it was the worst, poorest converting traffic but the target demographic was also much less likely to purchase online.
This project is quickly evolving into a ton of fucking work and I'm going to need to rope some friends in sooner rather than later. Because this is quickly going to end up taking 4+ hours each day between managing social media, listing new ads, creating descriptions, fulfillment, and so forth. If this is going to be successful I need to be able to delegate tasks. It's a lot more work managing everything yourself instead of just letting Etsy do it.

Only my partner knows I’m taking MJ so I can’t celebrate loudly but I have 2 NSVs and one SV.
1st my partner has been so impressed with my weight loss that he set an appointment to see if he’s a candidate as well. His insurance covers MJ and Wegoovy—lucky!
2nd my mom also noticed my weight loss. And for anyone else with an overly opinionated mother, you know how HUGE this is!
And 3rd, I’m officially 10lbs away from my first goal of 175. This was my lowest in my adult life, and the weight I was when I felt my best (on my wedding day). My final final goal is 150lbs and I just recently set that one because in a million years I never thought I’d be this close to 175. But now I’m pushing myself to go beyond that. I feel so motivated and encouraged by my successes.
I’m 5’4.5 and SW was 218. Go me!

I’m VERY paranoid about scams, so I just want to see if I was missed something? Or maybe it is legit?
TLDR: Got offered a remote job that’s 25/hr. Couldn’t find anything suspicious, but wondering if this is some VERY elaborate scam, or if I’m just overthinking…
I applied to a job on Indeed earlier this month, and they sent me an email a few days later. Before qualifying for the interview, I had to listen to some of their phone sales recordings, and explain what would I have done different. They said they were interested and scheduled an interview a few days from then.
I did a WhoIs of their website and it says it was made in 2002, and the addresses, emails, and numbers match up. Even searched on linked in, and then searched up the employees. Nothing looked wrong so far!
The interview was done through a phone call, and after giving up some info and signing papers, days later they created a company email for me, along with a sales force account.
The first day I was trained, it was a video call from the same person who interviewed me. We just went over typical training stuff, and they even mailed me a box of the products that they sell, so I can understand the product better.
So far, it has just been video calls through Microsoft Teams (with the company email they gave me), and I am paid through mail-in checks. I also asked them if I needed to buy certain equipment, and they said my computer and phone is all I need.
Now the reason WHY I’m so suspicious about all this? Well the job is remote, part time, and hourly pay is 25$ for cold calling.
Everyone I have told this to tell me that this seems legit, but there’s that saying if it’s too good to be true, it probably is. I currently get paid 12$ and hour, so you can see why I was so excited about this offer…. I’m just wondering if I messed up and fell for a really elaborate scam?? Or if I’m overthinking this way too much.

Looking for some advice. A very close loved one passed away last weekend and it has me evaluating what I want to do for the rest of my career.
I have been working in Human Resources/IT for the last 10 and a half years in a large hospital system and am making about $65K/yr. I’m getting tired of the corporate environment and the 9-5 schedule and I am just not getting any sense of fulfillment. Anyone have any suggestions on alternate career paths for an MBA?
My top skills include customer service, data entry, and working in Microsoft software such as Word, Excel, and PowerPoint.
My top interests/hobbies outside of work include computers, bowling, cars, simple construction, and walking/working out.
I have worked from home since March of 2020 and prefer to work primarily remotely. I’m not opposed to commuting (I love driving), but not during the “normal commute hours”.
I’m open to obtaining new education/certifications as well if needed.
Any suggestions and ideas are welcome.

I'm a woman in my 30s seeking a mature, kind roommate to sign a one-year lease starting September 1, 2023.
About the apartment:
Second floor of a triple decker with lots of sunlight.
Common areas were renovated last year with grey vinyl floors. Kitchen has marble countertops and all new appliances. Bathroom features marble floor and a beautiful tiled shower with oversized bathtub.
Bedroom has hardwood floors, two windows facing the side of the building, and a small closet.
Front balcony overlooks the street, back balcony overlooks small backyard.
Coin-op laundry in basement. You can store a bike down there too. Driveway can fit two cars, one in front of the other. Landlord is charging an extra $100 for use of the driveway, and I'd be happy to split it with you. There's also ample street parking and I often park on the street when I don't want to block in my current roommate.
Located on Washington Street in Roslindale. About a 20 minute walk to the Orange Line at Forest Hills, or you can take any of 7 buses on the street that go to Forest Hills, as well as to destinations in Roslindale, West Roxbury and Dedham. (And yes, it's a busy street). Less than 10 minute walk to Roslindale Village with grocery stores, restaurants, bars, The Square Root coffee house and the locally famous Fornax bakery. You can also get the commuter rain there (Needham Line). Five minute walk to the Arnold Arboretum.
About me:
I'm a podcast producer and writer, working remotely. I belong to a co-working space in JP where I work two or three days a week. My schedule is flexible, and I sometimes work at night. I cook meals about 4 times a week, sometimes during the day and sometimes at night. That said, I'm not a night-owl. I normally sleep from about 11:30pm to 7am. I enjoy having friends over and dancing in the kitchen from time to time. But I'm pretty quiet overall. I do yoga daily, usually at home but sometimes at Akasha Yoga, which is a short walk down the street.
What I'm looking for a in a roommate:
Maturity and an "adult" level of cleanliness. 30s-40s preferred. Someone who understands that when you're sharing a living space there are compromises, and not everything is always under your control. There's not a ton of surface area in the kitchen, and I like eating with others, so it's a bonus if you're interested in having some shared meals.
If you're interested please fill out this questionnaire to help determine if we'd be a good fit: https://forms.gle/m3pHWAtSGQRh5oE3A
LGBTQ+ friendly
Sorry, no pets

Should I stop therapy for now to take a rest ? Or get next appointment as soon as possible with same T or new T ?
My history- I have mild social anxiety since i was young that escalated to severe one into my adulthood. Panic some attacks in 2021, 2022.
I have been seeing this T for 3 months, once a week. Not sure she knows how to actually help me since she doesn’t have much experience.
But it’s been nice to share my feelings i haven’t been able to with anyone without costing me an arm and leg. Usually, we discuss about my low self-confidence and anxiety only. After sessions, I might feel a little drained but this is the first time triggering a panic attack.
But it was also my first time talking about panic attacks yesterday. May be I’m getting flash backs of panic attacks like ptsd ? I’m scared of getting panic attacks again in public alone like i used to, remembering how helpless i was every single time. Those memories are making me restless. I’m still struggling to breathe and have numb hands and legs right now since yesterday.
If it matters, there may be some other factors. I was pushing myself out of my comfort zone and joining gym, a new class for fun etc. But had bad experiences with both, trainers criticizing my body, people making fun of me and laughing at me in class. So i have been quite down. I shared about this with someone and told me “well, they don’t know you have social anxiety. Don’t use those experiences as an excuse to stop trying” & that triggered me too. I’m probably at my lowest. Everything feels like a jab at my injuries.
I’m wondering if I should spend more money see a new T who is experienced and trauma informed right away. Or new T would increase even more anxiety and should wait ?
What would be the recommended approach for this ?